I will just post random things. I could try to write some things if I feel like it only. I don't accept request unless if I'm confident enough in my writing.
( All the credits belong to the rightful owner ofc. )
Enjoy~
Replaced AU series :
Escape ( Part 1 )
Home ( Part 2 )
The truth ( Part 3 )
The sacrifice ( Final part )
Random fics :
" Your not a failure, I am "
My thoughts on Wrath
Mammon is proud of me?
Tears of themis reblog opinion :
I don't like the mc
Some answered asks I reblog :
Demon brothers taking care of MC who lost all their siblings
Dom!Mc who unlocks the demon brothers praise kink
Mc asks
Some IRL events :
My Obey me! dream
Obey Me QNA
Head cannons :
Which demon brothers has the best control on their sin
How the brothers would react to Mammon angst fanfics
Hi! you can ignore this question if you are really busy. Can I get headcannons of Akaashi, Bokuto, Kenma, Yaku and then Levvie by surprising them with pets? The second part for Kuroo, Suna, Oikawa, Semi and then Iwaizumi.
Suprising Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Kenma Kozume, Yaku Morisuke, and Lev Haiba with Pet
➽───────────────❥➽───────────────❥
Hello, there Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality and I would like to apologize for replying the ask late because I had a horrible carpal tunnel syndrome on my right hand, depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as theraphy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6 months of Internship before leaving to find new job.
Gender: Neutral
Warning: Too fluffy
➽───────────────❥➽───────────────❥
Akaashi Keiji: The Setter of Fukurodani
When his S/O surprises him with a tiny kitten, Akaashi is initially taken aback. He blinks a few times, processing the unexpected gift. Despite his surprise, his composed nature takes over, and he gently accepts the kitten, holding it with soft hands and a warm, almost shy smile.
Though he doesn’t show overly expressive emotions, Akaashi feels a deep warmth in his chest. He softly thanks his S/O, his tone filled with genuine appreciation. Internally, he feels honored to be entrusted with caring for something so small and vulnerable.
Akaashi worries slightly about whether he’ll be a good caretaker. Thoughts about feeding, grooming, and ensuring the kitten's safety swirl through his mind. But he decides that with careful attention and effort, he will give the kitten the best home possible.
Grooming becomes a peaceful ritual. Akaashi uses soft brushes, ensuring the kitten feels comforted during every stroke. He whispers soothing words, creating a calm and trusting atmosphere that helps the kitten relax.
Responsible and diligent, Akaashi schedules regular vet appointments and keeps track of vaccinations. He asks thoughtful questions, wanting to ensure that he's providing the best environment for his kitten.
One of Akaashi’s favorite moments is reading with the kitten curled up beside him. He’ll pause occasionally to stroke its soft fur, the quiet purring adding a peaceful ambiance to his reading sessions.
Akaashi loves updating his S/O with adorable pictures and small stories about the kitten’s antics. Whether it's the kitten’s first climb onto the couch or its fascination with a crumpled paper ball.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
The city buzzed with excitement on Valentine's Day, filled with the scent of chocolates and roses. (Y/N) had been eagerly anticipating this day, her heart thrumming with delight as she stepped into the cozy pet store she had visited just the day before. The soft mews of tiny kittens filled the space, their tiny paws padding across the enclosure, but their/her/his eyes were drawn to one in particular—a small Persian kitten with black and white fur, curled up like a delicate ball of fluff. She had no doubt that Akaashi would love her.
He spent long hours working from home, immersed in editing shonen comics and novels for his hybrid publishing office, often leaving him alone for most of the day. The idea of him having a small companion to keep him company felt perfect.
"Excuse me ma'am. I would like to get the Persian Kitten that I booked yesterday and i want to give the kitten to my boyfriend," (Y/N) said.
"Alright, please just sign this paper and we will briefly give the kitten to you," The cashier hands the paper.
‿︵‿︵＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／︵‿︵‿Timeskip
Later in the evening, (Y/N) arrived at his apartment, excitement bubbling in their/her/his chest as (Y/N) cradled e tiny kitten in a soft pink blanket. Akaashi, dressed in his usual comfortable sweater, opened the door with a curious tilt of his head.
"Hey sweetheart, what are you holding?" He asks.
"I have a surprise for you this valentine and I hope you take care of our new daughter," (Y/N) said
"Daughter?" Akaashi raises his eyebrows in confusion
There was a brief moment of confusion, then realization, and finally, gratitude that softened his features as (Y/N) gently places the soft pink blanket in his arms.
"Happy Valentine’s Day," she said, grinning as she had carefully placed the kitten in his hands.
“She’s… really small,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.
The moment the kitten blinked up at him with round, innocent eyes, Akaashi felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom in his chest. The softest of smiles tugged at his lips as he gently stroked the kitten’s fur as the kitten let out a tiny mew, and his expression softened even more.
“You got her for me?” (Y/N) nodded, pleased to see the quiet joy in his face.
“I thought you might like a little company while you work,” she said, watching as he carefully held the kitten against his chest.
Akaashi took a moment to think before speaking again, his fingers gently scratching beneath the kitten’s chin.
“Hime...I will call her Hime-chan," he finally said. It was fitting, with her delicate features and fluffy fur, the kitten did look like a tiny princess.
"It suits her,” she agreed, watching as Akaashi let the kitten climb onto his shoulder, her tiny paws pressing into the fabric of his sweater.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
❀
❀
❀
❀
❀
Bokuto Koutarou: The captain of Fukurodani
Hoooo boy.......The moment Bokuto sees the puppy, his eyes go wide, and he lets out a joyful, "No way!! Is this for me?!" before scooping the puppy up in his strong arms, spinning around with excitement.
Bokuto gets so emotional that his eyes glisten with unshed tears. The idea that his S/O thought of him and gave him such an adorable companion makes his chest feel warm and full. "This is the best gift ever," he murmurs, cradling the puppy close like a precious treasure.
The moment the puppy snuggles into Bokuto's arms, it's game over. He’s already head over heels, softly whispering, "You're my little buddy now," while gently stroking its fur. Bokuto instantly pictures their future together—long walks, cuddles, and endless play.
Playtime is intense with Bokuto, who’s just as energetic as the puppy. He gets on all fours, barking back, and pretending to be "attacked," laughing as the puppy pounces on him.
The puppy becomes his unofficial workout partner, running alongside him during morning jogs. When the puppy gets tired, Bokuto doesn’t hesitate to carry him in his arms, laughing, "Aww are you okay? Let's go home then!"
The puppy also becomes Bokuto's personal alarm clock, licking his face until he wakes up. Groaning but smiling, Bokuto stretches and says, "Okay, okay, I'm up! Ready for another day of adventure?" Then it’s off for their morning walk.
Bokuto fills his phone with hundreds of his puppy photos—the little doggy sleeping, eating, or even just blinking. He creates an Instagram account dedicated to his pup, captioning every post with, "World’s Cutest Pup! #ProudDad."
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
Bokuto’s birthday had always been a loud and lively affair—teammates shouting over each other, laughter echoing through the air, and cake smeared across his face before he could even take a bite. But this year, (Y/N) had something different planned. Something quieter, yet infinitely more meaningful. Yesterday, you had visited the adoption center, your heart racing with anticipation as you scanned the small enclosures.
Rows of eager, hopeful eyes stared back at them, tiny tails wagging, soft whimpers filling the room. And then, in one corner, (Y/N) saw him, a tiny black Labrador Retriever, ears too big for his head, bouncing excitedly with every step. The old man who ran the shelter chuckled as he approached.
"That one's got energy to match the sun. You sure you're ready for him?" The old man asks
"Of course, me and my boyfriend going to take care of him," (Y/N) said.
‿︵‿︵＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／︵‿︵‿Timeskip
Now, standing in front of Bokuto’s door, the puppy tucked safely in the large box, excitement bubbled in their/her/his chest. They had barely knocked when the door flung open, revealing a still-bedheaded Bokuto, eyes groggy but instantly widening at the sight before him. For a second, there was silence, ust the puppy blinking up at him, tiny tail wagging, before letting out a high-pitched bark. Bokuto let out a gasp, hands flying to his face as his entire body jolted awake.
"N-NO WAY! I-IS THIS FOR ME?" he yelled, practically vibrating with excitement.
Without hesitation, he scooped the puppy up, holding it close like the most precious thing in the world.
"YOU GOT ME A PUPPY?!" His voice cracked with joy, and S/O couldn’t help but laugh.
"Yeah babe. Happy birthday, I know that you always wanted a puppy but you weren't allowed with your mom before but since now we live together. We can finally adopt a fur baby son," (Y/N) said.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much babe!" Bokuto peppers kisses all over the puppy and your face.
Bokuto immediately pulled the puppy away just enough to meet its round, curious eyes. The pup yipped again, wiggling happily in his grasp.
"You talk a lot, huh? I love that!" he grinned, pressing their noses together.
"Gotta name you something easy, something that fits..." His brows furrowed in thought before he suddenly gasped.
"Roro! Because you bark a lot! And it’s easy to remember!" He chuckles.
"Roro, right?! It’s perfect, right?!" He looked at S/O with the brightest expression, as if seeking approval
Roro responded before (Y/N) could, yapping excitedly as if agreeing with his new dad. Bokuto beamed, pulling the puppy against his chest.
"See? He likes it! We’re already best buddies!" He was absolutely gone, completely smitten with his new companion.
(Y/N) eyes stare at the beaming man, her/his/their heart full, knowing you had given him something special, something that went beyond words or material gifts.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
❀
❀
❀
❀
❀
Kenma Kozume: The Setter of Nekoma
When his S/O presents the kitten, Kenma’s eyes widen slightly, his lips parting in surprise. He doesn’t speak at first, just blinks slowly, taking in the small bundle of fur from your hand. "Is… this for me?" he asks quietly, his voice low but tinged with wonder.
At first, he feels unsure, overwhelmed by the responsibility. But when the kitten curls against his chest and lets out a tiny purr, something in his heart softens. He cradles it gently, whispering, "You're really small…" as if afraid his voice might scare it.
Kenma isn’t one for dramatic displays, but his gratitude is deep and genuine. He leans his forehead gently against his S/O’s shoulder, murmuring, "Thank you." It’s soft, but it holds the weight of his feelings.
He doesn’t go overboard with toys, but he makes sure to have the essentials: a soft mouse toy, a ball of yarn, and a little cat tree. Quietly, he’ll tug the toy along the floor, watching the kitten chase with slow, slanted eyes.
The kitten quickly becomes his silent gaming partner, often snoozing in his lap as he plays. Kenma strokes the kitten absentmindedly while focusing on the screen. It’s comforting—this quiet companionship, where words aren’t needed.
Naps become a shared activity. Kenma curls on the couch with the kitten pressed against his side, their soft breathing syncing. Sometimes, when the world feels too heavy, Kenma finds himself whispering thoughts to the kitten.
"You’re lucky you don’t have to deal with people," he mutters
The three of you often share quiet nights, curled on the couch under a soft blanket. The kitten purrs contentedly, Kenma rests his head on your shoulder and the three of you cuddled together.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the quiet apartment. Kenma sat curled up on the couch, his phone resting loosely in his hands, the hum of a paused game lingering in the air. Today was his birthday, though he had never been one for grand celebrations. He preferred quiet moments, soft memories, and gentle surprises. An you had planned exactly that.
Just yesterday, (Y/N) had visited the adoption center to book an adoption with one of the kittens in there and today finally she/he/they can get a kitten for Kenma. Tiny faces, soft meows, curious eyes peeking from warm blankets. It was almost impossible to choose, each kitten vying for a place in your heart. But then, there she was—a small, tri-colored munchkin kitten with oversized eyes and a timid gaze. Her tiny legs made her waddle slightly, her fur a mix of soft white, black, and orange.
The old woman at the center had smiled warmly as she placed the kitten inside the carrier that you held.
She’s shy but sweet," she said, and that was all it took. That little spark of shyness reminded them of Kenma. Quiet, gentle, yet full of depth.
Now, the moment had arrived after she rides her small car into their apartment. Kenma shuffled into the room, his hair slightly tousled from gaming for a long time.
"What’s that?” he asked, his voice low, curiosity softening his usual monotone.
(Y/N) lips curved into a smile, heart thrumming with anticipation. She/he/they approached quietly, unzipping the carrier to reveal the tiny kitten nestled inside, blinking up at Kenma with innocent eyes.
For a moment, Kenma just stared. The world around him seemed to still. Then, he crouched down, his hand reaching out slowly, as though afraid the kitten might vanish if he moved too quickly. His fingers brushed through her soft fur, and the kitten let out a hesitant, high-pitched meow. Kenma's eyes softened, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“She’s… really small. What's her name?" he murmured, voice almost a whisper.
"I haven't named our adopted daughter yet," (Y/N) jokes as Kenma scoffs in amusement.
Kenma’s gaze lingered on the kitten, her small body curled into herself, her soft meows filling the quiet.
"Chobit...her name is Chobit because she's tiny. Like a little doll… but softer," He said.
Kenma worried about accidentally hurting the little kitten as Chobit wiggled a little bit in his hand and trying to climb on him, he would wince a little bit from the pain since her paws surprisingly sharp for a small cat but he tries not to move so much, afraid if she gonna fall. But the kitten was determined, curling into the crook of his arm as he played, her tiny paws kneading against his hoodie as she purred softly. It was distracting, but in a way that made his heart feel lighter.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
❀
❀
❀
❀
❀
Yaku Morisuke: The Libero of Nekoma
When his S/O walks in, cradling a small Ragdoll kitten with soft fur and gentle blue eyes, Yaku’s first reaction is curiosity—until he notices the kitten’s missing leg. Concern flashes in his eyes, but he masks it with a soft, "What happened?"
Kneeling down, he reaches out his hand slowly, letting the kitten sniff his fingers. The moment the kitten leans into his touch, his heart softens completely. "You’re a tough little one, huh?" he murmurs.
Yaku dives deep into researching how to care for a kitten with a missing limb. He wants to be prepared, making notes and looking up ways to help the kitten.
The next day, he moves furniture to make the space safer, removing sharp edges and making sure the kitten won’t accidentally trip. He sets up small ramps near the couch so she can climb up easily.
Yaku sets up cozy spots throughout the apartment, laying down soft blankets so the kitten always has a place to rest comfortably, no matter where she decides to nap.
Instead of wild play, Yaku engages in slow, gentle games. He uses soft feather toys and strings, letting the kitten build her confidence and strength at her own pace.
When Yuki manages to climb onto the bed on her own for the first time, Yaku beams with pride. "Good job, Yuki," he praises, giving her extra cuddles and a small treat.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
The soft glow of the adoption center’s window illuminated the dusky street, casting a warm, golden hue over the small figure curled in the corner of a glass enclosure. (Y/N) paused mid-step as she/he/they headed back to the apartment, drawn by the sight of the kitten, its fur a snowy blend of white and silver, eyes like twin pools of quiet sadness. It was a fragile little thing, huddled close to the glass as if searching for comfort.
Yet, it wasn’t the kitten’s beauty that pulled at (Y/N)’s heart, but the way it seemed to shrink from the world, its tiny body missing a limb, as if the loss had stolen more than just its leg but its trust in kindness. Without a second thought, (Y/N)’s decision was made. That kitten deserved a home, one filled with warmth and love, and they would be the one to give it. Later that evening, (Y/N) returned home, their heart thudding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
The kitten nestled quietly in the carrier, its soft eyes blinking sleepily. As they stepped inside, Yaku glanced up from the couch, brows lifting in surprise at the sight of the carrier in (Y/N)’s hands.
“What’s this?” he asked, setting his book aside as curiosity sparkled in his eyes.
He rose, approaching with cautious excitement, peering into the carrier. The moment his gaze met the kitten's soft fur and wide eyes, his lips curled into a soft, warm smile.
"A kitten?" he chuckled lightly, already charmed.
But when (Y/N) gently lifted the kitten from its carrier and placed it onto the soft blanket laid out on the floor, Yaku’s smile faltered. His eyes caught the slight, missing limb, the way the kitten hesitated before stepping forward, wobbling unsteadily. The joy in his face faded into a quiet shadow of sympathy. He crouched down, his hands resting on his knees, and watched the kitten curiously, his heart tightening.
"She… she’s missing a leg," he said softly, his voice edged with sadness.
"What happened to her?" Yaku asks (Y/N).
"An accident, a car ran over one of her back legs.... the person quickly gave the kitten to the vet to be taken care of but sadly the guy said he's not allowed to have pets to he gives the kitten to the adoption center later," (Y/N) explains.
Yaku’s expression shifted. His gaze softened, his heart tugged by a deep sense of gratitude.
"You’ve got a big heart," he said gently, his hand reaching out to brush his fingers against the kitten’s soft fur.
The little one shivered beneath his touch, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she blinked up at him, as though sensing something safe within his presence.
"Thank you… for bringing her home, he smiles softly to you.
Silence settled between them, comfortable and warm, as they watched the kitten explore her new surroundings with hesitant steps. Yaku's fingers lingered at her side, tracing the soft curve of her back, his thoughts turning over.
After a long pause, he whispered, "Yuki....she's beautiful just like a snow with her white fur."
From that moment, Yaku made a silent promise. That Yuki would never feel alone or unwanted again. That her missing limb wouldn’t define her, but her courage would. As Yuki curled closer to his hand, purring softly, Yaku’s chest warmed with an affection deeper than he’d expected. It wasn’t just a kitten that had entered his home, it was a small, brave soul who had already found a place in his heart.
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
❀
❀
❀
❀
❀
Lev Haiba: The Middle Blocker of Nekoma
When you walk in with a puppy carrier, Lev’s eyes go wide, and he immediately gasps, "Oh my gosh! Did you just…? Is that a puppy?!" practically bouncing in excitement. The moment the Golden Retriever puppy peeks out with its big, floppy ears and wagging tail, Lev nearly melts on the spot. His heart explodes in excitement, his grin so wide it hurts.
When the puppy turns its head and Lev notices the missing eye, his excitement falters slightly. His heart aches for the little one. "What… what happened to his eye?" he asks gently. After hearing the story, Lev’s protective instincts kick in. He crouches down, gazing into the puppy’s one bright eye. "Don’t worry, buddy. You’ve got me now. I’ll keep you safe."
Lev tries to pick up the puppy but almost stumbles over his own feet. Luckily, his S/O is there to steady him. "Okay, okay, I got this!" he says, laughing nervously. Lev is so tall and clumsy that he constantly bumps into furniture while carrying the puppy. "I swear these tables move on their own," he mutters every time.
Lev enthusiastically prepares the puppy meals, but he often spills kibble everywhere in his excitement. The golden retriver, however, is thrilled with the mess and gobbles it all up happily.
Sometimes, Lev flops onto the couch to cuddle the puppy, but he misjudges his strength and accidentally bounces the puppy a little too hard into his chest. The puppy just licks his chin, forgiving him instantly.
Every time Sunny does something adorable, Lev dramatically gasps, clutches his heart, and exclaims, "He's TOO CUTE. I can’t handle it!" while you just either laughs or sweat-drop, used to his dramatics.
When the puppy masters a new trick or finally navigates around an obstacle, Lev claps and cheers like it’s the greatest achievement ever. Sunny wags his tail, basking in the praise.
Every little sneeze or stumble sends Lev into a mini panic. "Is he okay? Should we go to the vet?!" You had to often needs to calm him down, assuring him that the puppy is just fine. Though clumsy and chaotic, Lev's love for the puppy is pure. It’s in the way he scoops him up when he’s tired, the way he softly whispers "I love you".
Ⰶ║ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ ⵈ║Ⰶ
The pet store window was fogged with the warmth of the day, but (Y/N)'s eyes caught a flash of movement through the glass. A small, golden blur pressed eagerly against the enclosure, tiny paws clawing playfully at the surface, his mouth panting in joyful pant, tongue lolling as if the entire world was his to greet.
(Y/N) stepped closer, their heart gave a small, painful squeeze. The puppy was missing one eye. A soft shadow lingered where it should have been, but there was no sadness in him, only endless, glowing happiness. Despite everything, he radiated joy. And in that moment, (Y/N) knew they couldn’t leave him behind.
(Y/N) approached the old man tending the store, their voice steady.
"I want to adopt him," You told the old man, gesturing to the little puppy still pawing excitedly at the glass.
The man hesitated, casting a glance at the energetic creature, his face lined with a quiet kind of understanding. "Most overlook him because of his eyes. You're very nice person for willing to adopt tha bundle of joy," he said gently, between apologetic but also relieved.
Bringing the puppy home felt like carrying a small piece of sunlight. The moment the door clicked open, Lev was already bounding into the room, curiosity lighting up his expression.
"You got a puppy?!" His voice rang with excitement, his tall frame leaning down as he reached for the carrier.
He unlatched the door, and the golden puppy stumbled out, tail wagging so hard it wobbled his entire body.
Lev laughed, a big, bright sound, as he crouched down to greet the new addition.
"Hey, little guy!" he cooed, ruffling the soft fur.
But then he paused. His gaze caught on the puppy’s face. On the missing eye. The laughter faded into a brief, thoughtful silence.
Lev’s hand hovered mid-air, hesitant for a moment. His eyes softened, lips parting as though he wasn’t quite sure what to say. There was a flicker of sadness in his gaze, a quiet ache that said he wished the world had been kinder to this tiny, golden creature. But as he looked closer, that sadness began to melt. The puppy’s single eye sparkled with joy. He was still wagging, still excited, still pressing against Lev’s hand with warmth and trust. There wasn’t fear. There wasn’t shame. Only happiness.
Lev let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and slowly gathered the puppy into his arms. The pup licked his chin, soft and warm, and Lev’s laugh returned, gentler this time.
"He’s… happy," Lev murmured, almost in disbelief.
"He’s really happy," his eyes brightened as he glace at you.
"Yes...yes he is," (Y/N) nod with a smile on her/his/their face.
"I think I’ll call him Taiyo, because he’s like the sun. Bright, even with one eye," he said softly, smiling.
HAIII i would like to request keiji fiancé headcannons 🥹🥹 and maybe it could be for nb!reader thank yeww...
Akaashi Keiji as Your Fiancé - Headcanons
Pairing: Akaashi Keiji (post-timeskip) x Nonbinary Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Hey Siri, play author's note.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10: HIHI!!!!! Akaashi Keji, the man you areeee!! I also used gender neutral pronouns. I do hope that's okay!! I lowkey got a little carried away writing these headcanons, but ╮(￣▽￣"")╭
Your daily life together
• Mornings with Akaashi Keji are quiet but warm. He's an early riser out of habit, so more often than not, you'll wake to the sound of him already moving around the kitchen. He doesn't play music or make unnecessary noise; it's just the soft shuffle of his slippers and the occasional clink of a mug being set down.
• "You can stay in bed a little longer," he'll murmur when he notices you watching from the doorway, hair still messy from sleep. "I made coffee. Your mug is on the counter."
• And when you wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, he freezes for half a second, then relaxes, placing his hand over yours with a quiet sigh. "...You're warm. I could get used to this every morning."
• He's meticulous with his schedule as an editor, but he never let's work eclipse you. If deadlines pile up, he won't snap or complain; he'll just sit at his desk, glasses sliding down his nose, murmuring edits under his breath. Sometimes you slide a snack beside him, and he looks up, lips curving faintly.
• "Thank you," he'll say, squeezing your wrist gently. "Remind me to return the favor when I finally get through this manuscript."
• Evenings are spent in companionable silence more often than not. You'll read while he makes notes, and sometimes he'll pause to read aloud a line that strikes him.
• "Listen to this sentence. It's... not bad, but something feels off. What do you think?"
• He trusts your opinion, even if you're not from his industry, and your insights mean more to him than any professional feedback.
ꫂ❁
When He Proposed to You
• Akaashi isn't flashy. He isn't the type to orchestrate some grand public display. His proposal was intimate, almost shy, but full of sincerity.
• He probably carried the ring for weeks, waiting for the "perfect" moment, but overthought every scenario. In the end, it was during an ordinary night, you two sitting together after dinner, the TV playing softly in the background.
• His hands trembled slightly as he set down his drink and pulled out the ring box. "I've been... thinking about this for a while," he began, tone steady but eyes betraying his nerves. "I don't want to rush you, but... I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you. If you'll let me."
• When you said yes, relief flooded his expression, his lips parted, his shoulders sagged, and for once, you saw him at a complete loss for words. He just leaned forward, forehead pressed against yours, whispering, "Thank you. Thank you."
ꫂ❁
Marriage Talk
• Sometimes, he'll catch himself daydreaming about the future and blurt it out without realizing.
• "We should get a sturdy dining table," he once said while flipping through a catalog. "Something that'll last for years. Maybe... until we have more people around the table." His ears flushed when he realized what he implied.
• He's not overly sentimental, but when you tease him about being married soon, his lips quirk faintly. "I don't need the ceremony to feel married to you," he admits. "But I'll still say the vows as many times as you want."
ꫂ❁
Kissing & Affection
• Akaashi isn't big on public displays of affection, but in private? He's incredibly tender. His kisses are never rushed; they're intentional, lingering, almost thoughtful.
• When he kisses you goodbye in the morning, it's soft, his hand briefly cupping the back of your neck. "See you tonight," he whispers, almost like a promise.
• After long workdays, his kisses are heavier, full of relief. He'll drop his bag by the door, pull you close, and press his lips to yours with a muted sigh. "I needed that."
• He likes to kiss your forehead or temple when words fail him. If he can't articulate how much he appreciates you, you'll feel it in the warmth of those gentle presses.
• On rare occasions, when he's overwhelmed with love or laughter, he kisses you repeatedly, almost childish in his affection. "You're ridiculous," he'll murmur between kisses, though his smile says otherwise.
ꫂ❁
Engagement Comforts
• He fiddles with your engagement ring sometimes when you're holding hands, running his thumb over it absentmindedly. It grounds him, reminds him that this isn't fleeting.
• If you wear his jacket or one of his sweaters, he'll catch himself staring, lips twitching faintly upward. "You look... comfortable," he says, trying not to sound too obvious, but his softened expression gives him away.
ꫂ❁
Little things
• He always makes sure your bookshelf has space, no matter how many books you end up buying. "I'll put another shelf together this weekend," he'll mutter after noticing the stacks piling up.
• When you cook together, he insists on being precise with measurements, while you're more relaxed. The two of you always end up teasing each other over it.
• "If you eyeball the salt again, you'll regret it," he says in a mock-stern tone, only to taste the dish later and admit, "...Fine. You were right."
• He has a quiet protective streak. If you're out late, he'll text your phone so that you have reminders.
: Don't forget your umbrella.
: Please call me when you're on your way home.
But Akaashi is not controlling; he's caring, wrapped in his matter-of-fact tone.
ꫂ❁
Playfulness
• Though serious most of the time, he does have dry, understated humor. If you lean in dramatically for a kiss, he might murmur, "Oh? How generous of you," before meeting you halfway.
• He finds ways to tease you gently, taking your coffee mug when you're not looking, or kissing you unexpectedly just to watch your surprised expression. "You're easy to mess with," he'll note with a small smirk.
ꫂ❁
When arguments happen, and making up
He doesn’t like conflict, but he’s also not avoidant. If something bothers him, he’ll calmly bring it up instead of letting it simmer. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it,” he might say after a miscommunication, voice quiet but firm, “but I’d appreciate it if we talked it through before it turns into something bigger.”
He’s patient, but when he does get upset, it shows in the way his tone sharpens, and his words grow clipped. He’ll never yell—he’ll go silent, gathering his thoughts. “I… need a moment,” he’ll admit, stepping away so he doesn’t say something he’ll regret.
If an argument drags on longer than it should, he’s usually the one to fold first, not because he believes he’s wrong, but because he values you more than being “right.” “We can figure this out. I don’t care how long it takes, but I don’t want to go to bed without us being okay.”
Reconciliation with him always ends in vulnerability. He’ll come back to you, shoulders tense but eyes soft. “I don’t want us to fight. You’re important to me. Let’s figure this out together, okay?”
Making up often feels like a reminder of just how much he loves you. He’ll kiss you like he’s terrified of losing you, even though he knows he never will. His hands cradle your face, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers, “Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. Not for a second.” And once things are settled, he’ll quietly take your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he’s grounding himself back in you.
ꫂ❁
Planning your guy's wedding
• Akaashi doesn't care for extravagant weddings. He's practical, preferring something small and meaningful. He'd suggest inviting only close friends and family, maybe holding it in a scenic but quiet location.
• "It doesn't need to be lavish. I want it to be comfortable. Something we'll look back on without regret."
• That said, he does let you take the lead on many of the details, colors, flowers, and music, while he steps in for things like food and seating arrangements. He has a knack for organization, so he'll keep everything from spiraling into chaos.
• Bokuto, of course, insists on giving a speech at the wedding as he is Akaashi's best man. Akaashi pretends to sigh when the subject comes up, but there's a fondness in his voice when he says, "I'll allow it. But only if he promises not to shout the entire time."
ꫂ❁
Your future with Him
• Akaashi has a very grounded vision of the future. He wants a stable home, a routine he can come back to after long days of work, and someone who makes him feel like the world isn't quite so heavy.
• "Ten years from now," he once said while lying beside you in bed, staring at the ceiling, "I don't need anything extravagant. I just want us to still be here, together, sharing mornings and evenings like this. That would be enough for me."
• He's surprisingly romantic in subtle ways. Little notes tucked into your bag, quiet reminders to eat when you're busy, soft kisses to your temple when you least expect them.
• He isn't one for dramatic declarations, but when he does open up, it's almost overwhelming.
• "You... you make everything easier," he admitted one night after a long day, voice hoarse from exhaustion. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I hope you never doubt that."
ꫂ❁
The bond you share
• With Akaashi, love isn't loud or showy. It's steady. It's in the way he always makes space for you in his life, no matter how chaotic his work becomes. It's in the way he listens, really listens, when you speak. It's in his quiet gestures, the brush of his fingers against yours, the way he straightens your coat before you leave, the rare but dazzling smile when you make him laugh.
• He doesn't need to prove his love with grand gestures. His love is proven in the everyday: in the steadiness, the trust, the respect, the soft moments that string together into a lifetime.
ꫂ❁
Overall being Akaashi Keiji's fiancé means being loved in the most grounded and thoughtful way possible. He's a man of quiet devotion, stable, steady, reliable, and though he may not always say much, his actions speak louder than words ever could. On the occasions he does, though, you'll know without a doubt that he means every word.
sorry for the inactivity, I was having personal problems, here I bring you a comic that might be a continuation? of the boys as housewives But now as pregnant women, now as women, I took the opportunity to draw the boys as women, it was something that took time to do.
in this "AU" Yuu is a man and the guys are twst women, harem type But at the same time not.
How God says, love your wives and treat them with care, they are a blessing.
I was thinking of making a comic of Yuu going to Tres Female's bakery at dawn at Riddle's request, but I was too lazy. I feel like Trey would look at Yuu with pity but think "I wouldn't have done that to you, I would bake cakes for you" XD
✦Things they don’t even realize they do when you with them.
Riddle Rosehearts
He reaches for your hand without thinking. Even in the middle of lecturing someone or walking across campus, he’ll suddenly realize his fingers have interlaced with yours. He does it like it’s instinctive.
He softens his voice only for you.Everyone gets the sharp, precise tone. You get the gentle one he doesn’t even notice he uses. He’ll say your name with a tenderness that surprises even him. Ace thought you used some kind of black magic on him.
When he’s stressed, the air feels tense… until you touch him. Then it eases instantly. He doesn’t realize he leans into your touch every time.
Leona Kingscholar
He uses his tail to pull you closer. Half asleep? Tail finds your waist. Sitting beside him? It wraps around your ankle. It’s basically his second hand of affection.
He always steps between you and danger without hesitation. Not in a dramatic way. More like a casual “stay behind me” mindset. Even if it’s just a ball flying through the hallway.
He tugs you onto his chest when he’s napping. He won’t admit he sleeps better when your weight is on him but every time when you with him he feels more relaxed and even nightmares avoids him. His hand automatically slides up and down your back.
He keeps your favorite snacks hidden in his room. He pretends they’re for him, but he always pushes them toward you first.
Azul Ashengrotto
He adjusts your clothes, jewelry, and hair without noticing. A gentle fix of your collar, moving your hair behind your ear, straightening your tie. All done with soft concentration.
He memorizes your preferences. Not as a contract. Purely because he cares. He’ll order your drink before you arrive, pick routes that avoid things you dislike, and arrange schedules that suit you better.
He praises you softly when he thinks you can’t hear.
“You’re so perfect...” He murmurs it to himself with a shy smile. But if you ask what did he just said he just avoid it like nothing happened.
Jamil Viper
He cooks exactly how you like. You don’t even need to speak. He notices your expressions, your cravings, your habits. Food appears before you ask for it. You watched a food video on magicam? He will save it and make it for you later.
He puts himself between you and uncomfortable social situations. Crowds? Loud people? He naturally steps in front of you and handles them while you relax behind him.
His voice softens when he’s talking only to you. Everyone else gets sarcastic, cool Jamil. You get warmth, tension melting out of his tone. The other scarabia students often ask you how you do it.
He rubs circles on your hip when he’s near. A tiny, unconscious motion that says “I’m here. Please stay with me”
Vil Schoenheit
He caresses your cheek with his thumb while he’s doing your makeup. It’s automatic, like he’s admiring something precious.
He buys things that are your favorite colors. Ribbons, makeup, decor… All matching your preferences, even though he insists it’s “coincidence.”
He massages your hands without thinking. He’ll take them gently and rub circles into your palms while talking or reading.
Idia Shroud
He leans into you like a cat. Barely even aware he’s doing it. Your shoulder? He’s resting on it. Your lap? He’s sprawled over it.
He sends you memes that match your mood. He tracks your feelings like a scientist without even realizing it. You sigh? Ten seconds later you get 12 memes and a cute cat gif.
He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb when you hold his hand. It calms him. His hair turns soft pink every time.
Malleus Draconia
He lowers his height to match your eye level. Without kneeling. He simply leans down, gaze softening as if the world shrinks to just you.
His hand always finds the small of your back. Guiding you. Guarding you. Protective without controlling.
He says your name like it’s sacred.Slowly, carefully. As if tasting every syllable. He isn’t even aware how gentle he becomes.
✨️👼😇 Big brother angel Lucifer & little angel Mammon 😇👼✨️
Comic version
Mammon: Big bro, hug hug!
Lucifer: Mammon, stop it. It's a waste of time... *hugging him with his wing, though*
Close-up of illustration
<- Previous | Next -> (coming soon)
Edit: edited the original illustration 'cause I found some errors 💀
⚠️ Disclaimer: This is a fan-made artwork created by Tumblr user @treasureofmammon (me, lol). The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The character's design might not be 100% accurate | Reference used [01] [02] [03] [04] | Do not repost without permission or as your own; however, reblogs and other interactions are allowed.
Orter madl with a lover who is blind but has lots of magic how would he feel about that 🙇
this man's got poor eyesight himself, it's basically pot calling kettle black-
reader is gn! reader
ᵉʸᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉʸᵉ !!
being orter's blind s/o includes...
it was hard for him to adjust to you when you first met him, actually.
you were fairly accommodating for someone with a legal disability which he was grateful for, but he had doubts that you were any good and defending yourself.
he underestimated you a whole lot and thought that you were a useless addition to the divine visionary group, even when ryoh confirmed that you were not someone to mess with.
so on the fated day that you and orter finally work together, he’s sticking as close as he can to you just in case you trip over something and get hurt.
but funnily enough, you don’t trip over anything. you walk on your own just fine, and it’s almost like you could see or sense your surroundings at least.
and orter, being the overly strict guy he is, questions you about how you’re able to navigate your surroundings so well if you’re blind. he starts asking if you are actually blind until you get rid of your blindfold and show the scars dragged across your eyelids.
it is then obvious to everyone and their deceased grandmother that you cannot see.
then you explain that you can sense your surroundings via magic, though it took you a long time to constantly use magic to do so.
when you and orter finally get to your destination, it is revealed that you are as strong as ryoh had said.
what orter did not expect was a literal black hole swallowing your enemies. your magic was oddly similar to wahlberg’s but he didn’t question it at the time until after the fight, where he made a passing comment about how your magic was similar to the old man’s.
then you laugh at him, call him silly, and say “he’s my granddad!”
in the most nonchalant voice ever
and orter had to pause for a moment because he DOES NOT recall the old man ever getting married, let alone having a wife or any kids, but somehow he kept them all hidden for safety issues.
your identification spell deactivated simply because you were anointed a divine visionary, and everyone knew your real identity by then.
orter, for many reasons, is shell-shocked. he never considered that wahlberg had so much energy to cast a illusion spell on his family members, but he is also shocked that you’ve lived under a different name the whole time until the moment you became… well, you.
after your mission together, orter starts respecting you a lot more, both because of the things you did to get where you were now, and your lineage.
that respect in a matter of months turn into infatuation for a few reasons:
he admires you for how strong you are, mentally and magically.
he feels this internal urge to protect you even though you could probably protect yourself better
he learned that he had a lot to learn from you, especially when it came to interacting with others.
and most of all, he didn't need to see your eyes to know you were a beautiful person.
even with your scars, he thinks you're the most admirable and respectable person on the planet.
this is shown from the moment you start dating him because this man would never walk in front of you unless it's in a dangerous situation.
he prefers to walk side-by-side with you because he considers you his equal out of everyone else.
offers you his arm or hand when you need to go somewhere, just so you're not inconvenienced from your disability.
most of all, he would NEVER allow ANYONE to talk down on you. yes, you're blind, but you're just as deserving of being called a divine visionary as he was. you're disability had nothing to do with your strength, and orter knew that like that back of his hand.
of course, he would never talk you down either; none of your family or friends do it, so it obviously doesn't give him permission to do it.
not only that, but he worries that he will loose wahlberg's approval of him the minute he says something inconsiderate.
one time the two of you were bickering over something dumb and he said "look here you-" and you just stood there like "???"
had to take a moment, breathe, and stutter out an apology because it was just out of pocket. well, not really. he didn't mean to say something like that. he just forgot you were... you know.
blind
controlling his tongue and having patience puts him through the wringer, but he thinks it's worth it because he's learning how he can treat you right
he can't live the rest of his life being an inconsiderate prick anyway, might as well get started on the changes.
was so anxious when you met his family bc they're so judgmental af but then mf WAHLBERG joins the meeting and is like "sup bros and ladies, what's up?"
he really went "dw grandchild, grandpa got this in the bag"
bc let's be honest, wahlberg probably won't let some noblemen talk down his grandchild like that.
i mean he already feels bad for not being able to protect you once, he's not letting you go into wacky ass shit alone again. well, granted, you have orter, but it's going to be hard for orter to clap back to his own dad like that, so he pulled up for emergencies.
and mr. madl sitting here KNOWING if he breathes a word of meanness to you he's going to get it.
not only from wahlberg and you, but from his own son
you handled everything so well, orter couldn't help but think you were just born to be his spouse or something.
you even got to sassing his mom because she was persistent on you taking your blindfold off at the dinner table, which you didn't feel comfortable doing and told her that "my ugliness is not a sight for the weak hearted, ma'am. i'm afraid i do not want to be the reason behind your cardiac arrest."
